[ Bones mutters a few choice curses that sound, perhaps vaguely like "I'll show you fuckin' results." But he also starts pulling things out from cabinets, notepads and tools for checking vitals, mostly. ]

We documented all the side-effects. None of 'em included sproutin' flowers at the time!

[ He grumbles again, whistling for a thrall to join him. The thrall brings a pitcher of water and some glasses, setting them on a table by the bed. Bones nods his thanks and pulls up a chair and a pencil, as well as his notes. ]

Alright, kid. When's the last time you ate?